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Anvain gritted her teeth as Sylvani dug her fingers into the elf’s doubly sore shoulder muscles. Anvain was surprised that the healer showed so much hate for the King. Could he really be that terrible? Either way Anvain would not be a prisoner much long, she was determined to escape, but not tonight. Tonight she would rest. It was such a great relief to be clean, wrapped in a soft towel she almost felt safe and happy. Anvain uttered a small gasp, staying with the other gladiators? She was already far from her home and now she would have to sleep surrounded by strangers. Who knows what they are capable of doing.

Before Anvain could protest, Sylvani left the room and spoke to the other healers. It was a small comfort to be allowed to stay with the healers for the night. Anvain found it was terribly tempting to fall asleep with just a towel covering herself. But life in the forest had taught her to always be prepared, so somewhat reluctantly Anvain put her clothes back on and tucked her sword safely back down her shirt. Anvain positioned herself upon the bed to have a clear view of the doorway to prevent a possible unwanted visitor. Her last thought before drifting into an uneasy sleep was I forgot to drain my magic.